The Alpha Bodyguards Books #4-6

Epilogue

T he concentration on his face , his intense stare unwavering—I knew I figured out what we were looking at before he did.

A smile so big I couldn’t contain it spread across my face. “You lied.”

“I never lie to you.” His deep, quiet voice, serious and steeped in conviction, didn’t leave any room for argument as his gaze remained glued on the screen.

“Oh yes, you did.” I grinned wider. “You’re not going to be the last man to ever be in my body.”

The OB fought a grin as Preston’s gaze shot to mine.

The smooth, quiet deepness to his voice that was there a second ago vanished. “What?” Rough, shocked and barely audible, he looked at me with an expression of such hope and wonder, I fell deeper in love with him.

“It’s a boy,” I whispered as pregnancy tears fell down my cheeks.

His arms went around me, my back left the exam table, and ultrasound gel smeared all over his perfect polo as he pulled me to him in a crushing hug.

“I’ll give you two a moment.” The OB left the room.

The door clicked shut behind her, and the man I loved heart and soul took my face in his hands.

Bringing his forehead to mine, he stared hard like he always did, but this time it was different. “Boy,” he whispered.

“Yes.” I grinned.

“ Boy ,” he said again, his eyes welling.

“Yes,” I repeated as he both broke and mended my heart. “We’re going to have a baby boy.”

A tremor went through him, then every muscle in his body stilled. “I have two sons now.”

Joy, pure and consuming, filled every inch of my body. “Yes, you do.”

“I love you.”

Not whispered, not said after I said it, not said in conjunction with how I was his, just three words. All for me. Because he did. Preston Vos loved me and I loved him.

Emotion I couldn’t contain dripped down my cheeks. “I love you so damn much, Preston Vos.”

The OB walked back into the room. “As Mrs. Vos already told you, you’re having a son.” She smiled kindly at Preston. “Congratulations.”

Barely taking his eyes off me, he tipped his chin at her.

The OB handed me the printed pictures. “Here you go. Remember your prenatal vitamins, and we’ll see you at your next check-up.” She glanced at Preston once more. “Mr. Vos.” She walked out of the room.

A smile, wide and unabashed, spread across his face. “Boy.”

“Phew,” I said sarcastically, sitting all the way up. “With that look on your face, it’s a good thing it’s not a girl.”

His smile dropped in a hot second. “You wanted a girl?”

I wiped the gel off my stomach and pulled my summer dress down before looking up at him. Then I let my guard so fucking down, I felt raw. “I didn’t mind either way. I just wanted to keep you.”

He took me, my face and my insecurities in his hands and he brought his forehead to mine. “I’m never leaving you.”

“I’m sorry. I’m just being hormonal and stupid.” Rationally, I knew he wasn’t going anywhere. He’d moved me and Nash in, got Nash enrolled in a private school, talked me into quitting my job, and here I was knocked up and metaphorically barefoot and I couldn’t be happier. Except when my stupid hormones were giving me a run for my money.

His thumbs stroked my cheeks. “You miss your mother. Your brother was deployed when you needed him most, and I spent too many years keeping my distance. Our experiences shape us. You have nothing to apologize for.”

“And you?” I dared to ask. “Doesn’t the same hold true for you?” Three times now, always late at night when we were alone in bed together, he’d apologized for not coming after me all those years ago, saying he’d let his anger out . I didn’t understand it.

Inhaling, standing to his full height, he released my face but offered me his hand. “Come. Let’s go home. I need to tell you something, but not here.”

Anxiety bit at my nerves and I ignored his hand. “Oh, no. You can’t say something like that to a pregnant woman. You have to rip the Band-Aid off.”

His eyebrows drawn together, he gently, carefully lifted me off the exam table. “I would prefer not to tell you here.”

My heartrate kicked in to panicked overdrive and I snatched my purse. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck . “Fine.” I aimed at the door.

Reaching around me, he opened it like every other fucking door he’d been opening for me since Nash and I had moved in with him after that spectacularly epic shitshow of a night at his warehouse when I’d gone after him six months ago.

Huffing past him, I stomped out of the doctor’s office and made my way to the elevator, leaving him to confirm my next appointment. When he strode up next to me, he didn’t give me the side eye or the half smile that said he was amused with me. He didn’t even look at me. He stared straight ahead, and that scared me even more.

We rode the elevator down in silence, and his hand landed on the small of my back as he led us to the ridiculously expensive new Mercedes G-Class SUV with tinted out windows he’d bought after Nash and I moved in. Holding the door for me, helping me up, he waited till I was settled, then shut my door and got behind the wheel.

I couldn’t take it anymore. “Tell me right now,” I demanded.

Cranking the engine, he lowered the AC. Then he turned to me. “Six months ago, when you came to the warehouse, I let my anger out and killed two men that night before you got there.”

Inhaling, I rubbed the small swell of my belly. “Are you in trouble with the law?”

“No.”

We stared at each other. Each of us gauging the other.

I broke the silence. “The truth?”

Ever so slightly, he tipped his chin.

“I know. Ty told me.”

He didn’t move. He didn’t even blink. He just kept looking at me like he was waiting for the other shoe to drop.

I explained. “Summer told Thomas about the two junkies who tried to steal her car and how you had to fight them off in self-defense after they came at you. Thomas told Ty. Ty called Luna. But apparently you’d already talked to Luna, because he told Ty he’d already spoken with you and already called one of his cop buddies. So I assumed everything was handled. But what I don’t understand is you saying you let your temper out. That’s now the fourth time you’ve said that to me.”

Preston averted his gaze and looked out the front windshield. “I apologize for not telling you sooner.”

“Sooner than what?”

He turned to look at me, but he didn’t meet my eyes. His gaze landed on my stomach. “Before,” he answered quietly.

I took his hand and placed it on my stomach. “Look at me.”

When his eyes met mine, they were so full of regret, it broke my heart.

“There isn’t a single thing about you that would change my mind about having your son. I love you. More than words.” I squeezed his hand, and as if our son already knew him, his tiny body inside me fluttered. “You’re a good man, Preston Vos.”

His nostrils flared with a deep inhale.

Then, low and quiet, he began to talk.

“When I was eleven, my mother’s boyfriend hit my mother one too many times. Her face swollen, she was laying on the kitchen floor laboring for breath. He told her to get up. She didn’t, she couldn’t. He kicked her in the stomach and went back to his bottle and the couch. He told me if I touched her, I was next. I sat by her, but I didn’t have a choice, he was twice my size and vicious. I waited until he passed out, then I tried to help her, but she wasn’t breathing anymore. I ran to the neighbors and begged them to call for an ambulance. I was sitting on the floor, holding her lifeless body when the cops showed.”

Oh my God . His hand still on my stomach, I gripped his wrist as my eyes welled. “Preston, I am so sorry.”

He stared at our hands. “I wouldn’t let go of the body. They sent a female officer in to talk to me while we waited for an ambulance. She crouched down next to me and told me I had to let go of my mother. I didn’t. I wouldn’t. She reached for me.” Eyes haunted, he looked up at me and whispered. “I kicked her. I let the anger out and I kicked her as hard as I could.”

Oh dear God. “ Preston .” Tears ran down my face.

“I broke her jaw, her facial bones, her brain swelled.” He looked away, but he left his hand on our son.

“It wasn’t your fault.”

His throat moved with a swallow. “It was. I accept responsibility for that. But I wasn’t charged and my juvenile records were sealed. I swore to myself I would never let it happen again.” He looked back at me. “But I did.”

My heart in my throat, I waited.

“I didn’t go after you seven years ago. Irrationally angry, I didn’t let the anger out physically, but I took it out on you just the same. I tested you. Rollins told me to go after you. He told me to get off my ass and chase you down. I didn’t. I watched him run after you.” Inhaling, he shook his head. “I made you promises that night, said things. I expected you to wait for me. I expected you to choose me when I was offering nothing except words.”

“You know I’m not saying Nash was a mistake, but we both made choices we regretted. We’re here now. That’s what’s important.”

Looking away, he barely nodded.

We’d already discussed this, but I felt like I was missing something. “It’s okay. We’re good.”

His eyes tortured, he looked at me. “I didn’t have to kill those two men that night six months ago. I did it because I was angry.” His voice broke, and the source of his anxiety finally came out. “What if I lose my temper with our sons?”

“Oh my God, Preston.” I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him to me. “That’s not going to happen. I’ve seen you with Nash.” I drew back just enough to take his face in my hands. “You’re not going to lose your temper, not like you’re implying. If you get mad, talk to me. We have each other now. And you’re amazing and patient and kind. You’re going to be a great father to our unborn son just like you’re a great father to Nash.”

He inhaled. “I’m not his father, Mercy.”

I stilled. We’d gotten married when I found out I was pregnant. It wasn’t fancy. Ty and his girlfriend, Nash, a couple friends from work, we had the ceremony on the lanai at sunset and it was perfect. Nash had been calling Preston Daddy since that day, but we’d never spoken further about it. I hadn’t wanted to push anything. “In his eyes, you are.”

“I want to adopt him.”

Tears spilled over and I could barely speak. Nodding, grinning, I threw my arms around him once more. “Yes, oh my God, yes!”

Careful of my stomach, he took me by the waist and lifted me over the center console and onto his lap. His huge arms wrapped around me, and he buried his face in my neck. “I have the paperwork.”

Smiling, I pulled back. “Why am I not surprised?” Preston was quiet, reserved, and incredibly attentive, but make no mistake, he was all alpha. He went after what he wanted.

“Talon has a lawyer.” Tucking my hair behind my ear, he caresses my cheek. “He handled it. We just need to sign.” His impressive length hardened between my legs.

“Done.” My pussy, needy and empty, pulsed, and the change in his expression was instant.

His eyes hooded, his hands landed on my thighs and he brushed my dress up.

“Why, Mr. Vos,” I whispered, already wet for him. “Are you seducing me in the car?”

“No.” His gaze dropped to my lacey thong, and he slid a finger under the edge. Feathering across my clit, he looked back up at me. “But I am going to make you come.” He shoved a finger inside me.

My pussy grasped at him as I sucked in a sharp breath, and my hands flew to his rock-hard biceps. He quickly stroked in and out three times, then his thumb hit my clit but his hand stilled.

Like an animal, my back arched, and I thrust into his hand. “No, no, no, don’t stop.”

His intense green-blue gaze held me captive as his voice dropped to a low hum. “Do you want to come?”

I shivered. I loved dominant Preston. “Yes.”

“Are we good?”

Oh, God, yes. “More than good.”

“Are you saying that because this sweet cunt wants to give it up for me?” He slowly, deliberately stroked my G-spot.

Fuuuck. My eyes fluttered shut, and my entire pussy spasmed.

“Eyes on me,” he quietly demanded.

Needing to come, aching to have more of him inside me, I focused on his beautifully austere face. “You did that on purpose.”

He didn’t smile, but ever so slightly, the corner of his mouth twitched. “Can you still feel me inside you?”

He wasn’t talking about his hand. “No.” We’d made love hours ago, before Nash got up. Then we’d showered and he’d washed every inch of my body like it was his religion. “I feel empty,” I whispered. And I did. I was insatiable when it came to him.

“I’m inside you.” He stroked my pussy as his other hand gently caressed my belly.

“I want more.” I reached for his zipper.

Catching my wrist, he brought my fingers to my panties. “Show me.”

I didn’t hesitate. I knew what he wanted. I pulled my thong out of the way.

He rubbed my G-spot one more time. “Spread that sweet cunt for me, sweetheart.”

Unabashed, desperate for him, I did what I’d never done for another man. I held myself open.

“That’s it,” he breathed, withdrawing his finger and unzipping his pants.

Cool air conditioning hit my cunt, and I shivered.

“Almost.” His deep voice quietly seduced as he took his huge cock out and stroked himself with one hand. Bringing his thumb to my mouth, he pressed against my bottom lip and issued an order. “Suck.”

His voice, his dominance, he was so fucking sexy, I got wetter as I took his thumb into my mouth and held myself open, waiting for him.

Grasping my jaw firmly, he rotated his thumb in my mouth, then thrust. “Harder.”

Oh my fucking God. My nipples painfully hard, my wet pussy open and empty, I groaned around his thumb as he fucked my mouth. Almost coming on the spot without him even touching me, I thrust my hips toward his heavy cock.

“Wait,” he warned, dropping his voice as he drove his thumb into my mouth one more time, then slowly drew it out. “ Wait .”

A tremor shook my body and I couldn’t stop it, my eyes welled.

As if he knew the moment I hit my breaking point, his gaze instantly cut to mine. “That’s it.” His reverent whisper touched every inch of my heated flesh as his wet thumb swept over my clit.

My core pulsed, my body jerked and I almost let go of my folds as I cried out. “ Preston .”

“Almost.” Absently drawing the word out, studying my face, he rimmed my pussy with the head of his cock as he stroked himself. “Almost,” he whispered.

“Please,” I begged, shaking. “ Please .”

He drove his cock into me so fucking hard, I saw stars.

“Now,” he growled, pulling out then slamming back into me. “ Come ,” he commanded.

Holding myself open, his thumb circling my clit, his giant cock filling every inch of my body, I let go.

My back hit the steering wheel, my scream filled the SUV, and my pussy contracted around him in wave after wave.

Letting go of my pussy, I gripped a handful of his shirt right over his heart, right where he’d tattooed my name on the one un-inked spot of his flesh the day Nash and I had moved in. “I love you.”

“You own me,” he growled as he gave me his release and filled me with his love.